I was reading something by Tom Cox, whose writing makes me feel like there is a point to things and began thinking. That is to say, started to organize and categorize all the ideas and thoughts that one wakes up with. The feelings and scenes and characters that sink away, the crash landing from dreams … Continue reading Feed the Birds
2022. 2022. So many twos. Not a palindrome. Not yet. But there are articles out there, looking for meaning, symbols, some kind of reasoning and link to something. There must be something that can explain all this, she thinks, as she puts on her mask and checks for hand sanitizer. What can be said? A … Continue reading The Canary Who Jumps
This morning it’s raining, so it’s quiet. This means that the people fighting outside the pub late last night aren’t on the streets, and if it keeps raining they’ll stay home instead of coming out to nurse their hangovers or renew the argument. The birds are still tweeting, so it must be warm enough, and … Continue reading Sunday Rain
